Chapter 272: Loser's Bracket Winner - 3
"Are you an idiot?!" Lyra snapped sharply.
Uraan could see her clenched fist trembling. It wasn't just anger—there was genuine fear in it. Combined with the near-death tension of the match, her emotions were clearly amplified.
"Who uses such lethal poison in competitions?!"
"What if Stormripper actually died?!" she shouted, her voice cracking at the end. Behind her, sensing its master's agitation, the Raptor rose to its feet and fixed Uraan with a predatory glare.
Uraan instinctively raised both hands.
Damn… didn't know she had such a vulnerable side…
He glanced around and noticed several curious eyes peering at them—healers and few staff members slowing down to listen. Clicking his tongue inwardly, he stepped forward, grabbed Lyra lightly by the shoulder, and pulled her a little aside to a quieter corner of the hall.
